Then, they saw the giant standing beneath the starry sky.
"Is it too late?" Shirou frowned.
"Could that be the Noble Phantasm... 'Gordius Wheel'?" Fiore gaped.
One glance was enough to understand that "it" was completely different from every golem they had seen before.
It existed on an entirely different level from any golem Roche or the "Black" Caster had ever created.
The magus had once witnessed hell.
Humanity constantly fighting, villains wantonly plundering from the weak.
The world had become utterly, unbearably disgusting.
Why couldn't humans stop fighting?
How could they commit such ugly acts so calmly?
Why was humanity, created by the supreme and benevolent God, so imperfect?
The magus searched for the reason.
In the end, he found the answer in texts older than the Bible.
The reason humanity continued to fight.
It was because the ancestors of humanity, who had once lived in paradise, had committed original sin and been banished from it.
Human souls that had fallen into the material world could only rot with time.
If left unchecked, humanity would repeat its conflicts forever. Then what should be done?
The answer was actually very simple.
If there was no paradise on earth, then he would simply create one again himself.
While alive, the magus had poured his entire life's effort into creating the perfect golem, but he had died before fulfilling his wish.
Yet even after his death, that obsession had not faded.
Not through the Omnipotent Wish Machine, but with his own hands, he would fulfill his tragic wish—to establish a true paradise on earth.
I will bring this hell to an end.
So, Roche.
My Master, and the first beloved student I ever took in during this life.
—Please never forgive the teacher who killed you.
The giant